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A sexy encounter in a hospital room

He walked in to see how she was doing.

“In pain,” she said, “but I’ll survive.”

He saw her laying on the stale, white hospital bed with her gown and her pants still on underneath.

I hate to see you in pain he said as he leaned in to giver her a kiss. Their lips pressed together, held tightly in a passionate embrace, then pulled apart.

She smiled then said, “That kind of helped, I’m in .00345% less pain now.”

Luckily, she had gotten a room alone that came with it’s own private bathroom.

“Damn, we’re living the high life,” he said, “VIP bitches!”

“Waiting is the worst, when was the las time the doctor came?” He asked.

“Literally right before you got here.” She told him.

“Perfect, I know just the thing to pass the time and it happens to also be the best pain reliever.” he said with a glint in his eye.

He closed the blue curtain, sondered over to her, lifted up her gown, and began to unbutton her pants.

Perplexed she asked, “What are you doing?” Read more »

Working Out [MFFF]

*As requested by u/UkeMaster64 on [my prompt post.](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/7mkyj6/meta_pick_a_girl_give_me_a_prompt/?utm_source=reddit-android)*

Tiffany, Evelyn and Sarah chatted and gossiped while they each ran on three consecutive treadmills. It was Thursday, their day of the week to meet up and work out. The gym wasn’t usually crowded then, and that was especially true today.

“Wow, it is dead in here.” The dark haired Evelyn looked around as she jogged between her two blonde friends.

Tiffany didn’t look up from the treadmill display. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else since we got here.”

Sarah shrugged, a bit awkwardly while running. “I kinda like it, nice and quiet.”

They continued to catch up on the previous week’s events, until the gym door opened and all three fell silent. A handsome, well built man with short cropped brown hair had just entered and was crossing to the bench press. The three friends noticed they were all staring and giggled at each other.

“Still want the gym to ourselves?” Evelyn teased Sarah.

Sarah laughed and shook her head, ponytail swaying. “No. Now I want *him* to *myself*.” She eyed the buff man as he set up his weights. Read more »

The Under: Part 1 [MM] [Fantasy]

(This is my first story, and I would love feedback! It’s the beginning piece to a much larger story, and I will definitely write more.)

The sky was dark and bruised purple; roiling with angry looking black masses of clouds. There was a charge, he could feel it, pulsing all around, and the first crack of thunder didn’t surprise him at all. His gaze lifted to that sky, protruding like a voyeur staring back at him over the broken walls of the castle. They knew each other well, the sky and he. Like old friends, they watched each other intent and curious as to what would happen next. He rolled over then, closing his eyes to the world around him, and draped a long arm across the body lying next to him. Deeply, he inhaled the scent of his lover, smiled, and twisted a strand of ashy curls around his finger.

Thinking back now on how they’d gotten here, Avery smiled and let out a small, bitter scoff. He never wanted any of this; taking his father’s place, becoming king, ruling a world he had only really recently gotten to know. And then again, this place was what haunted his dreams. The bitter, cold, darkness of this place was not unknown to him; it was a welcoming envelope of comfort and peace and he hated it still for all the warmth it gave him now. Read more »

Prison Shower Short Story [ff] [strap-on]

Amy ran her fingers through her long, silky black hair and washed the shampoo through. That was the only good thing about this place: in Carson’s Locke Prison, the female inmates were the most valuable commodities, so they didn’t spare any money on high-quality moisturizers and shampoos. They wanted the girls to look their best—it made them more fuckable.

The showers were spaces evenly apart so close that Amy could have reached out to touch the naked woman next to her. This, too, was done for a purpose: there were close to ten cameras covering every inch of the showers, and the tapes were sold to the highest bidder.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped, turning quickly.

“Calm down, girl, there’s no need to throw a fit.” Butch. Amy couldn’t decide if the woman was as bad or worse than the prison guards. Butch was a favorite among the men running the place, simply because she was more than happy to take advantage of every naked girl she came across, and she was so big and burly that few girls would even resist. She was their little star, and though they would often come into her cell to drop a load off down her throat, she maintained the position at the top of the food chain among the inmates. Read more »

Free Use Family [Mfm] [MF] [mff] [mf]

I was woken up by my mom for breakfast. “Wake up Kyle, breakfast.” She said, looking at me, her breast hanging over me.

No clothes in the house was the rule set by dad. And as a teenager, I’m fine with that.

I walk downstairs to see everyone else already sitting there, Dad at the head, and mom and his 3 other wives to the left, and my half sisters to his left, with the opposite seat from the head left for me.

I sit down and dad clears his throats before saying, “Monica and Claire, it’s your day” Upon being prompted, Monica stands up and kneels in front of my dad at the table. Claire, Monica’s daughter, does the same to me. She starts sucking my dick as I grab the plate of waffles and load my plate. I look down and push Claire’s brown hair towards me, forcing me deeper into her mouth. She gags a bit, but recovers and continues sucking. I see her mother’s brown hair bobbing up and down as she pleasures dad. After a minute, I tell Claire to jerk me off, and she does, finishing me on her B cup tits, before standing up with her badge of honor on her chest, and walking back to her seat, her bubble butt jiggling as she walks. Breakfast continues as usual, and Dad tells my mom to meet him in the “office” which is just his sex room. I sit down on the couch to play video games, and power up my PS4. Claire and Kara sit down next to me, “Care if we join?” Kara asks, grabbing a controller and powering it up. She joins me in my next match of Call of Duty, which is better than playing against bots, and it’s pretty close, Kara isn’t bad, but I eventually win. Read more »

In Eden Wild [FSub][FDom][BDSM][FMMMM]

This is absolute madness. My throat became dry as I left the ride share to climb the steps to her townhouse on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. Here I am, a woman in my late twenties who left work early on the pretense of a dental appointment to play in Eden’s house on a sunny afternoon. I was waxed and washed, my make-up in place and dressed in a short champagne colored satin slip under a trench coat and impossibly high heeled strappy sandals as Eden had directed. I feel like a virgin…a virgin marching up the side of volcano to be flung in as a sacrifice to the gods.

After running my fingers through my hair to fluff it in place, I rang the doorbell. I resisted the urge to bite my lip as not to ruin my red lipstick. The door opened and Eden appeared in all of her dominatrix glory.

Perfectly beautiful, her slim body encased in a black leather bustier, tight black leather leggings, and sky high black leather heels. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun and her make-up was impeccable with her lips topped with blood red lipstick. Read more »

“The summoned” – fantasy bullshit about hardcore and endurance [mf ? i guess but just kinda weird and bad]

Found this story I wrote years ago while being bored and horny. It did still turn me on so what the hell why not post it…

Bronaf had always been Marw’s better. At sport, at magic, in combat – and in women – , his co-student had surpassed him always.

This may have been because since learning the basics of Conjuring, Marw had spent most if not all of his time only one way. He found that summoning one or two little pixie faires was quite easy – and pixies, even though themselves not much larger than his erect cock, were biddable creatures that could easily provide him with the best of pleasures.

One day, Marw was sitting in his room on Vreäytön campus, pentagram on the ground, a pixie on his lap, his dick enveloped in an arms-and legs embrace, with one skilled hand working the tip and the tiny little mouth providing moisture. Marw let his head fall back and let out an “aaahhhh…”.

“Your breasts… “, he whispered, “press your breasts against my cock… yeaahhh… move your body, fuck me with your little body… ” He closed his eyes. The pixie started sliding her body along his cock with obedient enthusiasm, massaging his balls with her feet. Read more »

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[mf] [public] [oral] Dinner with the folks

“Delicious bolognese, Mrs. Walters,” I said, smiling across the table. I was nervous meeting Sammy’s parents but so far the dinner was going fairly well. Mr. and Mrs. Walters were from old money, meaning that instead of a home they had a mansion and were only a hair’s breadth away from having servants.

“It’s an old family recipe. Sammy will make it for you one day, or have people make it for you,” Mrs. Walters said with a smile. I could see where Sammy got her good looks; Mrs. Walters was a true American beauty, with soft skin and a lithe figure, complete with pearls and a thousand dollar dress. Mr. Walters was very much her counterpart: the strong quarterback type with the muscle slowly running to fat as the years passed by. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see an old letter jacket framed and on the wall in his study.

“I do hope that Sammy is going to be up for some dinner once she’s finished,” Mrs. Walters said with a winning smile. I looked down beneath the table, where my girlfriend’s head was bobbing level with my crotch. It wasn’t a proper dinner without Sammy on her knees sucking my cock beneath the table. Read more »

Falling for each other (mf)

She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, dark haired, and athletic. She had a line of small tattoos coming from just behind her ear that ran down her neck, ending somewhere beyond her cleavage. A scar ran along the underside of her left jawline. I didn’t see it in the interview, but noticing it now gave her more experience than I had figured on.

She usually wore form fitting clothes. Her shirts were usually unbuttoned, a tank top or plain T-shirt hugging her chest, her breasts just large enough to stare at while she moved boxes. Capris were her favorite pants, yet when she wore leggings, I fought to keep from staring at her ass.

Our work frequently left us alone and away from others. Inventorying the warehouse was a year long task that we took in daily cycle counting bites. As we wound our way around the building, we’d sometimes go a day or so without seeing another person, so we became well acquainted with one another’s lives. Read more »